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Azog

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Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast! [Do you smell it? The scent of fear!] TolkienRP

“AH-HA-HA!” The Pale Orc growled in laughter. “I will drink your blood as I did your king!”

"Not if I cut off the other one." The Warrior growls. "First, I'll chop off your arms, then your legs, then I'll kick your limbless body down the mountain like the giant dung heap you are!"



“Khozdayin! Come to me Dwarf-Scum! The line of Durin shall end by my hand!” @ReclaimErebor @WarriorOfDurin @FrerinTheFierce @PrideOfDurin @ThePromiseMade @MotherOfDurin


Air passes over scarred skin, deep nostrils flaring as the Pale Orc breathes deep, detecting a trusted and familiar scent. A deep guttural growl of satisfaction then emanates from his broad muscular chest as he calls for @TheWhiteWarg.


“Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast!” [Do you smell it? The scent of fear!]


Growls.

"Not if I cut off the other one." The Warrior growls. "First, I'll chop off your arms, then your legs, then I'll kick your limbless body down the mountain like the giant dung heap you are!"



Run along then Dwarf-scum. -extends his pale muscular arm and hand, making a mocking motion for the Dwarf to leave-


Azog podał dalej

The sneer twisted his lips, a light seemed to glow in the Dwarf's eyes, as he nodded slowly. "Good. Because one day, that time /will/ come."


I am ready Dwarf-scum!


Azog podał dalej

to take revenge owed to him. "/If/ that is so, I will not go alone. Are /you/ ready to meet /your/ fate, Defiler?" Thorin lifted his chin.


Azog podał dalej

A hatred like none other felt before burned in his veins, hand palming the hilt of his blade, itching to spill a particular Orc's blood, +


Think what you will Oakenshield! Your time will come! -growls, chest rumbling-


> an action of respect and cruel affection amidst two kinds known to turn on one another in an instant. @TheWhiteWarg


-As @TheWhiteWarg's muzzle was eased toward the pale palm, the Defiler lowered his hand, grazing it upon the great Mount. The gesture, a >


Azog podał dalej

Blue grey orbs narrow, jaw tightening, causing the beard to ripple. "It is not I that will be 'cut down', Azog, but you!" He growled out.


-Sniffs, smelling Dwarf- Khozd-shrakhun! {Dwarf-scum} A king who needs to be cut down further in size...


-Sensing the approach of @TheWhiteWarg accompanied by a low growl, the Defiler nods, extending his hand to his Mount-


This elf shall die!

//New OC, not new to Tolkien verse or to RP. I dare you to retweet.



@AlivyanofErebor Fool. -grins sickly, hot breath expelled from his chest over barred fangs-


You will watch him die and the line of Durin with him. -a sinister grin appears upon the Pale Orc's face- @AlivyanofErebor


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